Irina, Irina, Irina, Irina!
You play your father's victory-violin.Yours is a sincerity-heart.
Yours is a sweetness-smile.To all human beings
You give them in abundant measure. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Sixty-One Gratitude-Blossoms from the World-Heart-Home-Garden, Agni Press, 1992
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